AN: Well, Michael has a lot to think about, and then he takes a trip down memory lane that helps his decision.

Chapter Two: A Walk Down Memory Lane

Michael was literally fighting to stay awake. He was up for most of the night, having dreams about him and Miley being together. When it is said that they were together, Michael meant that it was in a sexual way. He felt guilty about the fact that he was thinking about her in that way. For heavens sake, this was his girlfriend, and he was dreaming about her being naked!

"Damn it." Michael said, letting his head hit the kitchen table with a loud thump.

"Well, I take it that Miley talked to you yesterday." Melody said, taking a seat across from her stepbrother. Michael looked up at her, a mix of dreary eyes and shock on his face.

"She knew what she was doing, wasn't she?" Michael asked.

"Well, she told me that she thought that it was time for the two of you to take your relationship to the next level." Melody said. "I simply told her that she should talk to you about it. That's all."

"I don't know what I should do." Michael groaned.

"Well, my advice would be to think about this, and if you still have trouble thinking about that, seek advice with someone who could give you some advice about this certain issue." Melody said.

"Yeah, thanks for that." Michael said.

"No problem. Now get dressed you have to take me to school, okay?" Melody smiled.

"No problem, you slave driver." Michael laughed.

All day at school, Michael found himself fighting to stay awake. Of course, staying awake almost all of last night was the reason that he had almost no energy to get through the brief school day. He tried to avoid Miley, but when he was at his locker, the brown hair teen snuck up on him and surprised him.

"There you are." Miley said, causing Michael to wince slightly. "So, have you thought about what I asked you yesterday?"

"Miley, I am still thinking about it." Michael said.

"Well, you better make a decision soon, because Spring Break is next week. I hope to have some fun with you then." Miley said with a smile. She gave him a quick kiss, and walked away. Michael just sighed, slammed his locker shut, and left the school.

Great, ever since Miley put that idea that we should take our relationship to the next level, I can't stop thinking about actually giving in to her demands. Great, now she put me in a really tough spot. Just what in the hell am I going to do?

Those were the thoughts as he sat in his room, looking out the window. Michael really had a tough time ahead of him, and he knew that Miley was going to want a decision, and a decision that was going to come soon.

Michael just let out a tired sigh, and fell back onto his bed, and locked his hands behind his head.

Before he knew it, he was sound asleep...

LAST SUMMER

It was a party that celebrated the end of the school year. Almost everyone was there. Amber, Ashley, Oliver, Lilly, and of course, the couple of Miley and Michael. Michael had to fend off the advances of Amber and Ashley, while Miley was busy trying to hook up Oliver and Lilly. It was pretty hectic for the four hours that the four of them was there. Something was up, and Michael couldn't get it out of his mind what that something was...

"Ah, screw it." Michael thought to himself. He walked over to the punch bowl, and took a sip of punch. The minute he put his lips to the glass, he knew what he was thinking and what was bothering him.

"Spiked. Figures." Michael thought. Michael looked around, and tried to see if anybody fell to the liquored drink, and his eyes fell upon his girlfriend, Miley. She was sitting in the corner on the bottom of the steps, head down, as if she was asleep. Michael sighed, and went over to join her.

"Miley, are you okay?" Michael asked. It was obvious that she never had been drunk before. It was damn obvious, because she only had one glass of spiked punch, and she was almost out like a light.

Miley let out a peaceful sigh, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Michael just sighed, and carried her out to his car. He knew that he couldn't leave her here alone, in that condition. Once he strapped her in, he started up his car, and began the short drive to their own street.

Once he arrived home, he was faced with one startling reality. He would have to bring her to her home, and right into the arms of her father, the same father that Michael told that he would keep a careful eye on. When he sees his daughter here, drunk, he is going to be super pissed, at him, of course.

Then Michael got another idea. He could bring her to his home, because their was no one there, and she could get sober there. Michael quickly unlocked his front door, and ran back to get Miley. Carrying her bridal style, Michael entered the home with his girlfriend. He carried her upstairs to where their rooms were waiting. Now he had another dilemma. If he took her into his room, and she woke up, that would be a hard thing to explain to her, and with what he did right now, that was a situation that he didn't want to explain to her.

Michael mentally sighed to himself, and opened the door to Melody's room. He quietly carried her in, and laid her down in her bed. He tucked her in, and gave her a small kiss. He closed the door, just as she stirred awake.

"Michael?" Miley said in a dreary tone.

Michael was busy trying to get dressed after he took a shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He barely got his boxers on when he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist.

"Hey." Miley said in a dreary voice.

"Hey yourself. Are you feeling any better?" Michael asked her back.

"Yeah." Miley said. "I still feel a little sleepy, though."

"Lay down in here." Michael told her.

"Fine." Miley answered. Miley instantly crawled in the bed, but Michael noticed that she was only dressed in her underwear. Michael just watched her crawl into bed, and fall asleep. Michael quietly pulled on his t-shirt. He was about to walk away when Miley began talking in her sleep.

"Are we going to do it?" Miley talked.

Michael just laughed softly, and left the room.

AN: Well, next time, Robby Ray and Jackson find out just what Michael and Miley have been talking about. Of course, they have to grill Michael about it, and boy does it get uncomfortable...